When you cut. The skin around it puffs red like wine. The blood beads up, perfectly in a crimson dotted line. It… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Words are like butter Rolling off my lips Cut like a knife And now I'm sinking battleships — Geri Halliwell Copy Share Image
“Every woman, even the most respectable, had roses blooming under glass; lips cut with a knife; curls of Indian ink; there was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
When you cut, The skin around it puffs, red like wine. The blood beads up, perfectly in a crimson dotted line. It… — BaileyRenae Copy Share Image
